New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1887-05-29

From 10 o'clock until and on every day save Sunday
n little stream of people file past these bury guards
Through the corridors beyond and into the gran ou
prson What different tales Of life their varied races
reveal! The majority of them are women Tor 70 the
weaker sex is reserved the Jewel Of constancy IN us
purer brightness. They are OF all ages ana OF an oo
lions Now comes barefoot boy wearing his Dig
1rotbers outgrown clothes but all too large for him
fand ontworn long before they were outgrown lie
carries kettle of milk and huge slice OF apple PIE one
aide OF which tells story OF the little urchlns own
Temptation on the way. He informs the guard that ne
wants TO see Tim
"Tim whoi"
7 "Tm Donovan. Tn his brndder Hos Juggeu lor
bookin' spoons"
"whatchew got there"
aPie"
swell, whatchew bin eatn' his pie feri'
"Deys huff lef fer him. scd he'd lick me dc las time
tuck bite outen It, but tehe guess he'll have ter wait
a while Ter dol it."
"Well 20 ahead If you don't stop taking things that
don't belong to you you'll get here yourself the first
thing you know"
The little rascal grins. Why mott It sort Of dis
tinction down his alley TO get jagged No hoy ever
becomes frsclass hero without spending few weeks
In the Tombs.
Behind him stands a young girl thin and white. her
big eyes framed with dark griefstained circles black
straw hat trimmed with neat black and white ribbon
caught up in dainty bow on one side, rests lightly
upon her soft brown hair Her dress is Clean and the
faded relic of handsome shawl half conceas her
thin arms and shoulders She wants TO see-her father
The guards treat her with genuine respect They know
the civil that is her due The matron in the side
room scarcely offers search her dress, but drops
rurtscy as she bids her good morning and holds the
further gate open that she may pass through
: crowd in the meanwhile has collected about the
guards desk and pressed that august functonary TOO
much for his comfort.
Stand baek!" he says. surlily mother waiting to
zee the boy who is slowly tearing her heart out draws
fearfuly away.
"who do you WANT" the guard asks.
"sandie me boy, me son, sir"
"sandiel What sandel
"sandie Mcpherson. They told me at the coort that
he was here. Ye won't stand ia the way o me seein
him. sirl For Gods sake"
"No no. you can see him. Don't take on like that,
There. now"
The poor old creature rubs her red eyes with hand
Rerchief already damp with and stained with dust
md turns half bewdered the matrOn. The crowd has
grown larger and somewhat animated owing to the
efforts of a mosquto-shaped boy to upset a stately
colored clergyman by striking him suddenly under the
knee The boy has a package OF eatables which he is
doubtless expected bear his brother father But
being finally caught in the very act OF administering
weamed blow at the good mans supple joint he Is led
in disgrace and tossed out in the street where he
proceeds rapidly the contents Of his package
being prudent course than to carry it back
home. The colored brother desires TO "ofer de
consultations of de scripter TO SIGH OBJ de unfortunate
malefactors as am OBJ dc colOhed DE good Book
cay" he went TO explain to the startled clerk,
Come unto all we dat labah an ana hebby laden,
an " The clerk, while not venturng to dispute this
statement of fact told him that he must see the
warden about it.